The Magic Ring · page 21 2 3101I have a son--a wooer--as clever a youth and as good a son-in-law as you will find in your whole kingdom.102There is nothing that he cannot do.103Now tell me, O King, plump and plain, will you give your daughter to my son as wife?’104The King listened to the end of the old woman’s strange request, but every moment his face grew blacker, and his features sterner; till all at once he thought to himself, ‘Is it worth while that I, the King, should be angry with this poor old fool?’105And all the courtiers and counsellors were amazed when they saw the hard lines round his mouth and the frown on his brow grow smooth, and heard the mild but mocking tones in which he answered the old woman, saying:106‘If your son is as wonderfully clever as you say, and if there is nothing in the world that he cannot do, let him build a magnificent castle, just opposite my palace windows, in four and twenty hours.107The palace must be joined together by a bridge of pure crystal.108On each side of the bridge there must be growing trees, having golden and silver apples, and with birds of Paradise among the branches.109At the right of the bridge there must be a church, with five golden cupolas; in this church your son shall be wedded to my daughter, and we will keep the wedding festivities in the new castle.110But if he fails to execute this my royal command, then, as a just but mild monarch, I shall give orders that you and he are taken, and first dipped in tar and then in feathers, and you shall be executed in the market-place for the entertainment of my courtiers.’111And a smile played round the King’s lips as he finished speaking, and his courtiers and counsellors shook with laughter when they thought of the old woman’s folly, and praised the King’s wise device, and said to each other, ‘What a joke it will be when we see the pair of them tarred and feathered!112The son is just as able to grow a beard on the palm of his hand as to execute such a task in twenty-four hours.’113Now the poor old woman was mortally afraid and, in a trembling voice she asked:114‘Is that really your royal will, O King?115Must I take this order to my poor son?’116‘Yes, old dame; such is my command.117If your son carries out my order, he shall be rewarded with my daughter; but if he fails, away to the tar-barrel and the stake with you both!’118On her way home the poor old woman shed bitter tears, and when she saw Martin she told him what the King had said, and sobbed out:119‘Didn’t I tell you, my son, that you should marry someone of your own rank?120It would have been better for us this day if you had.121As I told you, my going to Court has been as much as our lives are worth, and now we will both be tarred and feathered, and burnt in the public market-place.122It is terrible!’ and she moaned and cried.123‘Never fear, little mother,’ answered Martin; ‘trust me, and you will see all will be well.124You may go to sleep with a quiet mind.’125And, stepping to the front of the hut, Martin threw his ring from the palm of one hand into the other, upon which twelve youths instantly appeared, and demanded what he wanted them to do.126Then he told them the King’s commands, and they answered that by next morning all should be accomplished exactly as the King had ordered.127Next morning when the King awoke, and looked out of his window, to his amazement he beheld a magnificent castle, just opposite his own palace, and joined to it a bridge of pure crystal.128At each side of the bridge trees were growing, from whose branches hung golden and silver apples, among which birds of Paradise perched.129At the right, gleaming in the sun, were the five golden cupolas of a splendid church, whose bells rang out, as if they would summon people from all corners of the earth to come and behold the wonder.130Now, though the King would much rather have seen his future son-in-law tarred, feathered, and burnt at the stake, he remembered his royal oath, and had to make the best of a bad business.131So he took heart of grace, and made Martin a Duke, and gave his daughter a rich dowry, and prepared the grandest wedding-feast that had ever been seen, so that to this day the old people in the country still talk of it.132After the wedding Martin and his royal bride went to dwell in the magnificent new palace, and here Martin lived in the greatest comfort and luxury, such luxury as he had never imagined.133But though he was as happy as the day was long, and as merry as a grig, the King’s daughter fretted all day, thinking of the indignity that had been done her in making her marry Martin, the poor widow’s son, instead of a rich young Prince from a foreign country.134So unhappy was she that she spent all her time wondering how she should get rid of her undesirable husband.135And first she determined to learn the secret of his power, and, with flattering, caressing words, she tried to coax him to tell her how he was so clever that there was nothing in the world that he could not do.136At first he would tell her nothing; but once, when he was in a yielding mood, she approached him with a winning smile on her lovely face, and, speaking flattering words to him, she gave him a potion to drink, with a sweet, strong taste.137And when he had drunk it Martin’s lips were unsealed, and he told her that all his power lay in the magic ring that he wore on his finger, and he described to her how to use it, and, still speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.138And when she saw that the potion had worked, and that he was sound asleep, the Princess took the magic ring from his finger, and, going into the courtyard, she threw it from the palm of one hand into the other.139On the instant the twelve youths appeared, and asked her what she commanded them to do.140Then she told them that by the next morning they were to do away with the castle, and the bridge, and the church, and put in their stead the humble hut in which Martin used to live with his mother, and that while he slept her husband was to be carried to his old lowly room; and that they were to bear her away to the utmost ends of the earth, where an old King lived who would make her welcome in his palace, and surround her with the state that befitted a royal Princess.141‘You shall be obeyed,’ answered the twelve youths at the same moment.142And lo and behold! the following morning, when the King awoke and looked out of his window he beheld to his amazement that the palace, bridge, church, and trees had all vanished, and there was nothing in their place but a bare, miserable-looking hut.143Immediately the King sent for his son-in-law, and commanded him to explain what had happened.144But Martin looked at his royal father-in-law, and answered never a word.145Then the King was very angry, and, calling a council together, he charged Martin with having been guilty of witchcraft, and of having deceived the King, and having made away with the Princess; and he was condemned to imprisonment in a high stone tower, with neither meat nor drink, till he should die of starvation.146Then, in the hour of his dire necessity, his old friends Schurka (the dog) and Waska (the cat) remembered how Martin had once saved them from a cruel death; and they took counsel together as to how they should help him.147And Schurka growled, and was of opinion that he would like to tear everyone in pieces; but Waska purred meditatively, and scratched the back of her ear with a velvet paw, and remained lost in thought.148At the end of a few minutes she had made up her mind, and, turning to Schurka, said: ‘Let us go together into the town, and the moment we meet a baker you must make a rush between his legs and upset the tray from off his head; I will lay hold of the rolls, and will carry them off to our master.’149No sooner said than done.150Together the two faithful creatures trotted off into the town, and very soon they met a baker bearing a tray on his head, and looking round on all sides, while he cried:151‘Fresh rolls, sweet cake, Fancy bread of every kind.152Come and buy, come and take, Sure you’ll find it to your mind,’153At that moment Schurka made a rush between his legs--the baker stumbled, the tray was upset, the rolls fell to the ground, and, while the man angrily pursued Schurka, Waska managed to drag the rolls out of sight behind a bush.154And when a moment later Schurka joined her, they set off at full tilt to the stone tower where Martin was a prisoner, taking the rolls with them.155Waska, being very agile, climbed up by the outside to the grated window, and called in an anxious voice:156‘Are you alive, master?’157‘Scarcely alive--almost starved to death,’ answered Martin in a weak voice.158‘I little thought it would come to this, that I should die of hunger.’159‘Never fear, dear master.160Schurka and I will look after you,’ said Waska.161And in another moment she had climbed down and brought him back a roll, and then another, and another, till she had brought him the whole tray-load.162Upon which she said: ‘Dear master, Schurka and I are going off to a distant kingdom at the utmost ends of the earth to fetch you back your magic ring.163You must be careful that the rolls last till our return.’164And Waska took leave of her beloved master, and set off with Schurka on their journey.165On and on they travelled, looking always to right and left for traces of the Princess, following up every track, making inquiries of every cat and dog they met, listening to the talk of every wayfarer they passed; and at last they heard that the kingdom at the utmost ends of the earth where the twelve youths had borne the Princess was not very far off.166And at last one day they reached that distant kingdom, and, going at once to the palace, they began to make friends with all the dogs and cats in the place, and to question them about the Princess and the magic ring; but no one could tell them much about either.167Now one day it chanced that Waska had gone down to the palace cellar to hunt for mice and rats, and seeing an especially fat, well-fed mouse, she pounced upon it, buried her claws in its soft fur, and was just going to gobble it up, when she was stopped by the pleading tones of the little creature, saying, ‘If you will only spare my life I may be of great service to you.168I will do everything in my power for you; for I am the King of the Mice, and if I perish the whole race will die out.’169‘So be it,’ said Waska.170‘I will spare your life; but in return you must do something for me.171In this castle there lives a Princess, the wicked wife of my dear master.172She has stolen away his magic ring.173You must get it away from her at whatever cost; do you hear?174Till you have done this I won’t take my claws out of your fur.’175‘Good!’ replied the mouse; ‘I will do what you ask.’176And, so saying, he summoned all the mice in his kingdom together.177A countless number of mice, small and big, brown and grey, assembled, and formed a circle round their king, who was a prisoner under Waska’s claws.178Turning to them he said: ‘Dear and faithful subjects, who ever among you will steal the magic ring from the strange Princess will release me from a cruel death; and I shall honour him above all the other mice in the kingdom.’179Instantly a tiny mouse stepped forward and said: ‘I often creep about the Princess’s bedroom at night, and I have noticed that she has a ring which she treasures as the apple of her eye.180All day she wears it on her finger, and at night she keeps it in her mouth.181I will undertake, sire, to steal away the ring for you.’182And the tiny mouse tripped away into the bedroom of the Princess, and waited for nightfall; then, when the Princess had fallen asleep, it crept up on to her bed, and gnawed a hole in the pillow, through which it dragged one by one little down feathers, and threw them under the Princess’s nose.183And the fluff flew into the Princess’s nose, and into her mouth, and starting up she sneezed and coughed, and the ring fell out of her mouth on to the coverlet.184In a flash the tiny mouse had seized it, and brought it to Waska as a ransom for the King of the Mice.185Thereupon Waska and Schurka started off, and travelled night and day till they reached the stone tower where Martin was imprisoned; and the cat climbed up the window, and called out to him:186‘Martin, dear master, are you still alive?’187‘Ah!188Waska, my faithful little cat, is that you?’ replied a weak voice.189‘I am dying of hunger.190For three days I have not tasted food.’191‘Be of good heart, dear master,’ replied Waska; ‘from this day forth you will know nothing but happiness and prosperity.192If this were a moment to trouble you with riddles, I would make you guess what Schurka and I have brought you back.193Only think, we have got you your ring!’194At these words Martin’s joy knew no bounds, and he stroked her fondly, and she rubbed up against him and purred happily, while below Schurka bounded in the air, and barked joyfully.195Then Martin took the ring, and threw it from one hand into the other, and instantly the twelve youths appeared and asked what they were to do.196‘Fetch me first something to eat and drink, as quickly as possible; and after that bring musicians hither, and let us have music all day long.’197Now when the people in the town and palace heard music coming from the tower they were filled with amazement, and came to the King with the news that witchcraft must be going on in Martin’s Tower, for, instead of dying of starvation, he was seemingly making merry to the sound of music, and to the clatter of plates, and glass, and knives and forks; and the music was so enchantingly sweet that all the passers-by stood still to listen to it.198On this the King sent at once a messenger to the Starvation Tower, and he was so astonished with what he saw that he remained rooted to the spot.199Then the King sent his chief counsellors, and they too were transfixed with wonder.200At last the King came himself, and he likewise was spellbound by the beauty of the music.1 2 3← previousThe Witch and Her Servants(22), part 3next →The Flower Queen’s Daughter(23)↑ back to The Yellow Fairy BookThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg640/33/page/2/